Last night He came and He spoke to me - in a dream. He took me back in time. Over 2000 years back. To this very hour of this very night. It was not just the darkest hour of the night. It was the darkest hour of Any night there ever was or ever would be. Only hours earlier, Jesus had taken His last breath in a fragile human, mortal body, and His broken form had been laid in a tomb to decay. Flashing before my eyes were manifestations of the darkest parts of our humanity - fleeting visions of the ravages of war, rape, hate, strife, theft, rage, jealousy, terrorism, shootings, and scenes … [Read more...]